Paroles de Drop

(intro)I know everyone has their own fucking version of thisBut no one did it justice, so here we go, uh

(verse 1)Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey titsHer body is a temple, i don't give a fuck, i'm atheistMake me stop, make me bitch, she mad because i taped the shitAnd sent the tape to ace and taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to itMaster, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white bitchMixed like she moo and chew grass or some concertaLike the shit, i guess i kinda like my bitchIf she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with tyson lispWolf gang on that drive without a license shitOn that take shake and meka necks and fuckin' slice them shitsOh how nice, now you wanna say you like the shitBecause you bruised up, your neck sliced, and i ain't icin' shitShow me a rapper my age that say he nice as thisAnd i'll show you a faggot that says he hate barbara streisand flicksHuh, me and berman swervin' in the jeepI'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the sheetsAnd i'm magic with the words, murder merlin over beatsMake the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep

(verse 2)Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get violentDroppin' live grimey like the hands of odd toddlersFuckin' awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack i travel inThe battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of savagesAnd prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my passion isFuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shitFuckin' the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of itMovin' on to a jessica, plannin' to make a mess of herAfter a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with herLike hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to yaWe the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us